Race Of Life
Boom! Goes the race gun
The race has begun
A race we must all run
Life’s journey is unknown
Yet we must run
The race has begun
We all start running
I’m running too; for its a race for all
The high and mighty, the poor and lowly
None is left out for all must run
As the race goes on, I become weary
Gradually, my legs lose their strength
I cry out for help and plead for strength
But no one seems to hear me
For they are all running too
I’m tired and weak
Falling on my knees and pleading
Just as I’m about to fall to the ground
I feel a rush of wind
Violent yet soothing
Nothing like the earthly kind
Yet as invigorating as ever
A different kind of wind;
One so comforting
None like I’ve ever experienced
Someone must have heard my dying pleas
And sought out to help me
But this feeling I feel
Is something special
Something rare and familiar…
I see myself in the air now
Gracefully flying through the track
This is so weird, something best imagined
Something not humanly possible
But its happening now and happening for real
I look down at the others below
They’re still struggling through the race
Banking on their human strength
Some are running, some are fainting
And some are dead
There’s a man beside me
A guardian angel or so I think
And I ask him
“Why are they suffering and struggling so much?”
“Why can’t they just fly through like I’m doing?”
And he said to me “They didn’t ask me to help them
They prefer to languish and suffer
By believing in their own strength and abilities”
Why didn’t I think of this earlier?
Then it struck me that…
Complete dependence on the creator will give us an everlasting source of strength
Silly me, silly you, silly us.
We’re always basking in the glory of our strength, talents and abilities
Until they fail us
And we crash to the ground
When there’s someone up above in the heavens
Someone willing to help you through
If only you sincerely ask him to.
Source: race-of-life
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